Killer Crossover: Little Miss Waste

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The strike was more fierce, more rapid like the wind, but was still narrowly dodged by Shangguan Zhen, the sculpture could no longer be calm, and the already cold body of Han Baiyu was even more chilling.

The huge palm was stained with a trace of blood from the neck, which was smeared on the sword in his hand, a burst of white light flashed, and the sword that was originally a white marble sword instantly became sparkling and shone with dazzling light.

"What's going on?" Shangguan Zhen only felt that his eyes had been opened, and she had encountered all kinds of weird things.

I saw the cold air on the sword, the white mist could be seen faintly, and it seemed to be angry, agile and agile, and it could naturally actively chase several people. Where the sword edge passed, there was a vast expanse of white snow, almost frozen . [

While dodging the pursuit of the sword, Shangguan Zhen kept thinking of ways. The secret room was full of ice and snow, and the clothes of the few people were thin. After a while, they felt the biting cold wind.

Shangguan Zhen and Han Ming kept sending out sparks, and were chased by swords and sculptures. The sparks fell in a mess. Although a lot of frost was melted, more frost slowly gathered.

In just a few minutes, I felt that the entire secret passage had become an ice room. The sculpture was originally a cold thing, but it didn’t feel much, but it was painful for a few people. The cold frost made them tremble slightly, and their movements began to slow down. slow hesitation.

Shangguanzhen just felt something bad and wanted to use the technique of resisting lightning, but was stopped by Han Ming. Shangguanzhen's body could no longer bear such a huge impact and wear and tear.

Helpless, he had to continue to dodge cautiously. Han Ming's bleeding back injury had already scabbed slowly, and if he made a big move, it would start to overflow slowly again. The two of them didn't have time to stop the bleeding, so they just let it flow.

Han Ming's speed was a little behind, and he was about to be pierced by the sword in the midst of lightning and thunder. Shangguan Zhen's heart contracted and beat so fast that she didn't even notice it. At some point, she had pulled Han Ming Ming, blocked the sword for him.

The cold sword pierced the back, it was a heart-piercing pain, and one could still feel the cold air left by the sword in the body. The two supported each other, but neither of them noticed that the blood of the two was so mixed, dripping to the trailing sculpture.

As soon as Shangguan Zhen opened his eyes, he felt that he had come to an endless space, his eyes were full of white, only not far away was an old man sitting on a table and chair made of ice and snow.